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I love the word “precorporate” (extremely easy to understand and envision, yet it doesn’t appear in my dictionaries) and the image of running along behind one’s own slipping spirit.

Several years ago, I took up residence in the “precorporate” after my corporate digs vaporized. I didn’t retreat or even wish to retreat , but we had orders to vaporize the place and that’s what we did.

At first I thought the corporate had continued moving ahead, in a forward direction, without me. When I eventually came to understand that entropy was at work and nothing was “moving forward” in the way I had imagined, I became really confused about where I was in relation to the former fixed points on my map.

In time, I re-noticed the cats, dogs, birds and fish (who had never left the precorporate), my wife (who actually had retreated and was extremely pleased to have done so), and my daughter (who has no idea what all this is about anyway and has plenty of other things on her mind) and I felt somewhat better and more assured.

Since then, I’ve been trying to “recorporate”, somewhat more sanely, I hope.

Thank you so much. I am truly honored. Greetings from Tuxedo Park, NY, home of Eduardo, Opossum Mayor, who works quietly behind the scenes (much more effectively than his human counterparts in village government).